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Vagabond
I know I'm not a hobo... on a train
But I feel like a vagabond... just the same.
My soul is like a wayfaring stranger,
Unable to settle down
Who's always just passing through
Going from town to town.
If I could just plant myself...
By a stream and let my roots grow...
I'd raise my branches toward the sun,
And bend when the wind does blow.
2009
Friday 27th December 2024 8:13 pm
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